CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: You think that they shot each other? Riley: Why not? There's motive. The evidence suggests it. Grissom: Where are their guns? Riley: Dead man with a gun in the hood, gone in sixty seconds. Jin skips town because this family dispute uncovers his once invisible gang. He leaves the booby trap because he's angry about it. Grissom: It's possible. It's also possible that Jin shot both vics. Which is what the kid said and he was the closest witness. Riley: If your uncle and your mother shot each other, you would probably blame the gang banger too. Grissom: Okay, pilgrim. We'll settle this on the street.

Brass: I just got faxed Sung Bang's prison record, and there's something weird on his personal release form. Listen to this, the guy left prison with a 9mm. Grissom: They let him out of jail with a gun? Brass: Well, it's only a misdemeanor, y'know, it's like a hotel, you get back what you checked in. Grissom: So, you can go out and commit a felony? Brass: Apparently.

Nick: I know this seems like a simple trash hut, but it could make or break the case. The sooner we find this stuff, the sooner we're gonna find this kid. So, don't be afraid to get your hands dirty. (notices Hodges not walking with them) Hodges, come on man, I know you're not nuts about the field but I didn't bring you all the way out here to just stand around, you know what I mean? Hodges: Can I see you for a second? Nick (walks over to him): What? Hodges: You can work hard or ... (opens up a trash bin right by the crime scene) ... you can work smart. (Nick pulls out a bag from Dempsey's department store) Can I go now?

Greg: Nothing says 'I love you' like processed sugar.

Catherine (about the victim): Our girl's done time. Three months for prostitution. Greg: Three months, that's pretty harsh for Vegas. Catherine: Prostitution with HIV. Greg: Oh, that's like pointing the gun and pulling the trigger.

Catherine (while in the forensic lab in the department store): Wow. You've got some really great cameras. Manager: As good as any on the strip. In fact our crime lab is better equipped than most in the country. Catherine: Now, that's a crime.

Catherine (upon seeing the forensic 'lab' in the department store): Must have a hell of a shoplifting problem.

Manager: One of my video analysts caught news of your double in Koreatown and reconized the male vic while scanning one of our video feeds from a unrelated shoplifting investigation. Brass: Wow. Catherine: Video analyst? Manager: Yeah, why what do you call 'em?

Grissom: Brass pasted the vic's photo around make over town. Catherine: Make over town? L.A? Grissom: No. It's a block of plastic surgeons in our Koreatown. Catherine: Our Koreatown is a block. Grissom: Maybe that's why he was able to find the doctor.

Catherine (about Sun): So this guy gets out of jail and under the running time of The Godfather, he's dead. Riley: Well, a lot of people die at the end of The Godfather.

Grissom (about the victim): Attractive girl, on drugs, on the street, with an ex-con, and no I.D. Doc Robbins: Sounds like a street hooker. Grissom: Yeah. But not someone who pays for plastic surgery. Doc Robbins: Ah, well, maybe it's a business investment, courtesy of her pimp.

Grissom: Two guys, two killers? Doc Robbins: Or one killer, two guns. Gangsta style.

Greg: Sir, if you speak English now would be a good time to start... Korean Man: I'll be William Shakespeare if it gets me out of here any faster.

Grissom: Hey Park. My name is Gil. I'm not a Doctor, I'm not a policeman, I'm kind of a... what am I? I don't know. I mostly do a lot of thinking. But I do need to look under your fingernails.